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Nov 2013
I never could have realized
that I was surrounded
by such an immense army
of mannequins
hollow
empty
manufactured
each of them programmed
with their purpose
to perform
play the part
destroy anything in their path
that inhibits reaching
their own  pathetic pleasure
at the expense of those  who
naively
trust
treasure
tolerate
Is there really any honor in this life?
Any present moment
Written by
Any present moment
613
 
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